We spent the morning outside painting, she was patient and took her time, she carefully considered every dip into the paint, every stroke of the brush and it's position on the canvas. She knew when she was done and asked for another canvas.

He pushed and swirled the paint around the plate before haphazardly scribbling the brush around on the canvas in any white space he could find. When he was done (and it was over in a flash for him) he painted the palm of his hand and his forearm, so we signed his artwork with a handprint.